Gemotions

The car keys felt heavy in Maya's hand as she waited in the parking lot. The setting sun cast long shadows, and the air was beginning to grow cold. She kept pacing, her boots crunching on the gravel, the motion doing little to quell the agitation bubbling within her. Their shared childhood summer, and the argument that followed, was all that awaited her at the park.

A familiar figure emerged from the building, a dark silhouette against the fiery sky. Liam, her former friend. He walked toward her, his posture relaxed, his hands shoved casually in his pockets.

"Hey," he said, his voice flat. He looked like he was about to burst out laughing. She swallowed hard, realizing that everything would come down to this conversation and their differing views.